As an adult, and not two 10-year-olds sitting on each others shoulders and wearing a trenchcoat, I would like to present to you my research on homework and its effects on the nonacademic lives of students. After years of research, it is my academic opinion that homework is the stinky pits.
“But whatever the dream, there's always a face that I can't see, that I keep missing, out there beyond the edge of the crowd.” -The Man Without A Face, 1993
For a few years now I heard whispers of Michael Fassbender. I had no idea what he was in, but tales came to me about his looks. Mainly, that he had them, because no one cared to specify anything else. I figured, like with
Everyone here is on board with Prince, yes? Prince is the greatest. He is the only person who can say “I sincerely wanna f**k the taste out of your mouth” and you’ll be like “well yeah, that makes sense.” But what does he really mean?
Does anyone else remember how videochatting just came into our lives without any fanfare? I mean really, that is some Jetsons-level futuristic tech. Infinite Jest hinged its entire perception of the future on our reaction to finally being able to do it, but at some point in college everyone seemed to have Skype and it was no big deal.
And yet we complain that we are too far in the past. Sure there
Hello, friends and well-wishers! I am safely in Utah, after driving through a handful of hailstorms in the dark and in the cold. I even managed to return an automotive favor to the universe by giving a jump to a stranded family outside of Tooele. Imagine that! Me, giving someone help with a car. Now I am where I belong: in Nicole's guest bedroom, eating the tacos she makes for me and trying to…
When my friend gave me her copies of The Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce, it came with a lot of hype. I was promised strong women and interesting takes on relationships and decently respectful treatment of what is basically Middle Eastern culture, especially since it was written in the 80s. I was promised quick but enjoyable reads, and when I opened to the first page I found this: I…
Raise your hand if you were a Horse Girl. It’s ok, this is a safe space. Honestly, I was one too. If you’re not familiar with a concept of the Horse Girl, here’s the breakdown: a Horse Girl is that girl in your 5th grade class who is obsessed with horses. Horse Girls are found most commonly between the ages of 6 and 16, though if left untreated, this condition can often continue into adulthood.
1. Denial It wasn’t that the idea of being biracial frustrated me, it was just that I didn’t think I was it. Yes, I finally learned to write “Jaya Saxena,” but to a blank-slate of a five-year-old that combination of letters was just as random as any of my friends’ names. “Judith” looked weird too, right? “Denisa”? “Fiona”? I figured it was all arbitrary. My family did not act like other immigrant or biracial…
